Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Wire,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.